When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the
jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home too late
as there won't be any transportation after a certain time. One
night, before going home, I tapao a kueh teow soup for supper. I
was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there was none. I was
getting worried as the night was getting darker and darker. So I
tried to flag down private vehicles to take me home. There was no
one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took compensation on me
and stopped to give me a lift. He was a man with a kind face. I
accepted his offer and got onto his motorbike.
On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the temple
would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the candles. At
first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was
approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger. His
kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering something
loud but was not audible to me. I was so scared that I closed my
eyes in order not to see his angry face.
Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and then
yelled at me.
"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can you
please move it away???"
